The Diaper Recyclers

As the loads of diapers and I were unloaded onto the cement floor of the recycling company, the Lodal trash truck drove away, leaving a very large and very loosely packed pile of cloth and disposable diapers behind. Another side loading trash truck full of cloth and disposable diapers backs up to the pile and dumps its large load, the loose and bagged diapers fall out and cover parts of the pile I am in. Then, once the load is out, the truck drives away. It wasn’t long before a large bull dozer came along and began to scoop up the diapers and I. the bull dozer bucket carried the first load over to a large funnel hopper and then dropped them in. Then it came back and scooped up another large load with a few loose diapers falling down along the way, over to the funnel hopper. Then the bucket came and scooped the part of the load that had ME in it up and it carried the diapers and I over to the funnel hopper and then it dropped the load and I into the funnel on top of the other loads that were still inside.

Danny: (Me) HEY! What are you DOING! What is this thing???? Where are MY diapers??? Can’t I get a diaper change??? I am starting to feel soaked here!!!

The front loading bucket backed away and then left to go get the rest of the diapers loaded into the funnel hopper for the first part of processing. As the bull dozer Front loading bucket comes back with another load of diapers, it dumps them all on top of me and they cover me completely. I didn’t know this at the time, but this was just the beginning phase of the recycling process. This was the sorting line that separated the cloth items from the disposables and the non recyclable disposable diapers from the recyclable disposables. The NON recyclable disposable diapers were put into another bin that is later taken to the company landfill behind their facility, made especially for diapers and subjects they can’t recycle.

As the diapers inside the funnel hopper began to sink lower and lower, I began to hear the slow-moving conveyor belt’s whine and the diapers falling down onto it. As the diapers fell out from under me, I was forced down through the narrow part of the funnel and onto the conveyor belt feet first then onto my diapered bottom on the conveyor belt. More and more diapers and bags of diapers fell down onto the belt behind me as the belt carried the diapers and I along the enclosed conveyor belt. A short time later, the thick steel walls surrounding the conveyor belt stopped and then there was only open belt for a bit. There were 12 sorters standing around both sides, six on each side of the belt, that were picking out cloth diapers, and cloth items and they were tossing the cloth diapers and items into a couple of rolling janitorial carts that were quickly filling up. There were already two thickly cloth-diapered subjects in the two cloth diaper carts awaiting their fates.

Since I had thick disposable diapers on over six layered ex-cloth diaper service, toddler sized diapers on, I was allowed through to the end of this conveyor belt where all of the disposable diapers were dropping into one of ten waiting rolling janitorial carts.

Once the bin filled up, it was rolled away to another sorting belt and the non recyclable disposable diapers were separated from the recyclable diapers along with any cloth diapers that may have slipped past the first sorting. My disposable diapers were REALLY, REALLY puffy and bulky and this made it easier to process in the machine that some of the diapers and I were going to be put into later on. The cart I was in was emptied onto the next conveyor belt and the load and I moved along the belt as the sorters picked off quite a few diapers that weren’t going to be recycled due to the type of plastics used as the backsheet. Then what was left on the belt was being taken into an enclosed area of the belt where the diapers got heavily sprayed with deodorizers and SAP deactivators. As I came up to the sorters, my diaper was poked at and several fingers were inserted into the elastic leg gathers, checking for cloth diapers. Finding that I indeed had some under my disposable, I was taken off the belt and brought over to a changing station and laid upon it then strapped down.

A pretty blonde woman was standing over me, between my legs and was unfastening the tapes of my disposable diaper. She pulled the front of the diaper down and saw the six layered toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers and then she called over to some other woman to ask her what she wanted done with me and the diapers.

Blonde: HEY! Jackie, what do you want me to take off, the cloth diapers or the disposable?

Brunette: (Coming over to take a look) Let me come see. (walking over and peering down at the diapers) Yes, take the cloth diapers out of the disposable then put the disposable diaper back on him and then put him back onto the conveyor belt.

Blonde: Sure boss.

The blond took the cloth diapers off and then tossed them onto my chest for a minute until my disposable was put back on. Then she unstrapped me and then picked me up and carried me back over to the conveyor belt and put me down on my back, on the belt. Then She carried my cloth diapers to the recycling area and then laid them down into one of the carts that was almost full.

Blonde: “There you go sweetie, in a very short time, you and all of these nice, comfy disposable diapers will be taken to get recycled and then you will possibly end up at the chemical treatment department and wearing a nice, thick recyclable disposable diaper. By the time we are finished with you, you and your diaper that you are wearing will be all gone and you will then get taken directly to our diaper landfill and left there.”

Danny: But, but, but….why do I have to go in with my favorite disposable diaper on? Can’t it just be taken off of me and then I can be put into another diaper and used somewhere else?

Blonde: Sorry kid. You are here to be recycled and we have to reprogram you and then get you put into some recycled diapers to get tested before we are completely done with you. Then our trash men will come and take you and all of the diapers we can’t recycle away and dispose of them in our diaper landfill where you will be kept until either someone decides to sell you or they decide to bury you with the diapers.

Bye-bye now.

The Blonde walks away and goes back to her station leaving me on the conveyor belt with lots and lots of clean and formerly wet and rolled up messy disposable diapers.

The conveyor belt kept moving at a medium pace. More and more disposable diapers were now being dumped onto the conveyor belt ahead. The steady flow of loose wet and messy disposable diapers onto the belt from a large and very deep funnel hopper that I was about to go right underneath, was rather daunting to see as I was brought under the end of the funnel. Lots and lots of loose and open wet disposable diapers began to cover me and pile up all around me in the now enclosed part of the belt. The sound of crinkling, rustling, shaking plastics was heard as I rolled out from under the end of the funnel hopper. I was now covered with loose, unrolled, clean, wet, and rolled up messy disposable diapers as the belt carried the loads and I around a slight curve. The sound of falling diapers that also sounded sort of like a waterfall, began to fade away as the low hum of the conveyor belt was once again the only sounds I heard. Shortly after the curve, I began hearing the sound of a large machine’s motor getting louder and louder as the belt carried the large amounts of disposable diapers close and closer to that sound.

Suddenly, the darkness faded and light and warm air filled the area along the belt. The belt was no longer completely enclosed. The top of the enclosure had suddenly disappeared and workers were standing along the belt rummaging through the diapers as they went along. I felt a pair of hands pick me up and hold me up just above the belt with their rubber-gloved hands under my arms as the loads and loads of disposable diapers continued along the belt underneath my dangling feet.

Worker: Hey boss, is this going through the shredder?

Worker’s Boss: let me take a look…. (The worker’s boss came over and took a long look at me and even inserted both of her index fingers into my leg elastics of my diaper.)

Worker’s Boss: Yes, he is. Put him back onto the belt.

Worker: Yes ma’am.

The worker then laid me back down on top of the diapers that were passing underneath me feet first and onto my tummy. I now saw that at least ten opened and unopened packages of new and clean disposable diapers were all around me as well as loose opened clean disposable diapers as well as unrolled wet disposable diapers. As I continued along the belt, the diapers were being sprayed with some red, gooey gels and then some nasty looking blue liquids that smelled like the liquids that are used in toilets to sanitize and deodorize. First, the red liquid-like red gels coated me completely and stained my skin and turned my white disposable diaper a light pink color. Then, as I passed under the next set of sprayers, the diapers and I were completely coated with the dark blue liquids that also stained my skin and diapers! I was now a very nasty looking purple color with blue and red runs all over me! The packs of diapers were coated but the diapers inside the package were unharmed as the belt continued to bring the diapers and I closer and loser to the louder and louder sounds of a large machine’s motor.

Completely soaked with the red gloppy and gooey red gels and the slimy blue liquids, I wiped some of the drips out of my face and as I opened my eyes, I was about to be dumped into a large and very deep, square orange colored funnel hopper that was quickly filling up with the diapers from the belt.

I fell a short distance to the bottom where already six feet worth of loads of loose clean, wet and rolled up messy disposable diapers and a few packages of disposable diapers were waiting. I landed on a couple of unopened packages of diapers and then rolled to the side onto my back. More and more diapers kept falling into the deep, large and wide hopper for a bit until suddenly the diapers below me began to lurch and roll and then sink down. More and more diapers kept coming in as the diapers below me kept lurching and being tossed around as the shredders kept munching and chewing the diapers into pieces so tiny that no one could tell that they had once been a whole diaper.

As I began to see the black knuckles of the shredders, I started to panic!

Danny: (Me) HEY! What is happening here! Am I about to be shredded? HEY! Let me out! MY DIAPER!!!!! I don’t want it to get shredded! WAAAAAAAAA!

A red-head woman peers over the edge of the shredder hopper and watches and listens to my cries.

Red-head: It’ll be ok boy, only your diaper is getting shredded. You will come out of the bottom and land on the conveyor belt that will take you to be dumped into a large cart at the end with the rest of the shredded diapers.

Danny: Are YOU sure????

Red-Head: Um, not really, but the last diapered person we put through this, made it….until we disposed of him….

Down worry, the compactor cycle will push you and all of these diapers down and into the shredder in just a few.

Danny: NOOOOOOO! STOP! I don’t wanna get shredded! AHAHAHAHWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Suddenly, from above, a large and thick, shiny metal packer plate began to lower down into the metal hopper of the shredder, pressing harder and harder against the diapers and I. then, without having a chance to figure out what was going on, the rolling knuckles of the shredder took hold of my diaper and started to rip chunks of it over and over and over again until I was no longer wearing a diaper. I then fell out and onto another conveyor belt along with the remains of the diapers that had been shredded. I was naked and covered in diaper shreddings as well as stained with pinkish red and blue liquids and I smelled like a blue-water toilet bowl.

The conveyor belt carried me over to a large grey plastic tilt truck/trash cart and dropped me inside. The shreddings kept dropping in, some of the packages that had been full of new diapers, made it partially through without too much damage. The diapers that had managed to make it through undamaged began to fall down into the cart and cover me completely. Once the cart was full, the full one was rolled away while an empty cart replaced the full one.

More to cum soon……

Hadley’s Laundry Service

Early one morning, I was awakened to my nurse, nurse Judy, pulling back the covers.

I was wearing a rather thick and bulky adult cloth pre-fold diaper with three toddler sized diapers inside as soakers and had cute printed plastic pants on over my diapers.

Nurse Judy: Good morning, sorry to have to do this, but I have orders to get you downstairs to the basement where we keep all of our dirty diapers, clothing and sheets.

Jensen: wh…at? Huh? (Said Jensen wiping the sleep from his eyes)

Nurse Judy: Yes, as I said, I need to get you downstairs where we keep all of our dirty diapers and clothing. Do you know what today is?

Jensen: NO…what IS today???

Nurse Judy: Today….is laundry day….and today, I have orders to send you to get washed!

Jensen: (Blinked twice and then turned his head and looked at Nurse Judy because he didn’t believe what he just heard) What??? You just said “I have orders to get you washed” is that right???

Nurse Judy: Yep, that’s exactly what I said. I am going to send you down the laundry chute for wet diapers only and then you will be taken down to their laundry service and washed.

Jensen: What about what I have on, my onesie and these plastic pants?

Nurse Judy: Don’t worry about them! They will get washed too!

Then Nurse Judy forced Jensen over to the chute, opened it up, then forced Jensen into the chute head first then she lifted his feet up and then shoved Jensen down the chute. Jensen tried to resist, but the sides were too smooth. As Nurse Judy raised the chute’s door, she watched Jensen’s worried look on his face disappear down the chute as he looked back and saw her waving her fingers good-bye. Then she closed the chute and Jensen slid down the chute. The chute made a violent right turn then Jensen slid down a little further before crashing through a stainless steel swinging hatch and coming to rest in one of the almost completely filled laundry carts on wheels. Jensen was about to shake off his slide-ride when 100 heavy wet cloth diapers of his came crashing down the chute, landing on top of him. The last three diapers to come down the chute landed on top of his head and face, covering him completely. Then, four women came over to the cart pushing an empty cart. Two the women pushed the cart out from under the chute while the other two pushed their empty cart in to replace the last one then the two joined the other two, walking the cart down to the area where other large loads of diapers were being loaded into large washing machines.

 More to cum soon....

The Space Station

This Space Station was NO ordinary space station, it was an outpost for barge ships carrying trash as their cargo as they took the trash to be dropped off at one of the many planets in this sector. The barges that carried diapers and clothing and such, usually were in NO hurry to get to where they were going. Captain Malik was the type of man that was VERY, VERY relaxed and always charming. He owned the trash barge ship that was commissioned to carry all of the diapers and diapering items from all over the galaxy.
HIS barge had six, large compartments and each compartment used a different method of dealing with each load. One Compartment used a traditional method of Compaction, the one behind it, used molecular reduction methods, another was for wet items, and the other used no methods at all to compact or reduce the load in size. The moon that was the dumping site, was used ONLY for diapers and diapering type items since it had the ONLY processing plant in the entire solar system on it.
This week, was somehow different for Captain Arthur Malik, he had JUST broke up with his girlfriend of 3 years and he was now on the prowl. He was SO glad to be able to stop at the New Frontier Station so that he could get better acquainted with the pretty redhead at the stations bar.
Back on earth, Bobby, a 5 foot 9, brown-haired guy, was being cared for by his parents due to his disabilities. His mommy was busy changing him into what would be his last diaper before his mother and father would dispose of him and all of his diapers, clean and dirty all at once. There was a new law in place that if you had to care for someone on an on-going basis and that person wasn’t going to get any better, you could call the Garbage Disposal Council and they would approve of that person’s disposal in the trash within 4 hours.
These types of disposals required a “Special Collections” approval and then the council would call and give all of the arrangements to that family or person. Then the council would send out one of their “special collections” vehicles to pick up what and who was put out for the special collection.
Garbage Disposal Council Member: (On the other end of a Skype call) Hi, we approved your items for disposal. Please have our subject diapered and ready with all of the items you are disposing of, for pick-up by 6:30 pm tonight. Our disposal Drones will be there to pick up your items then. Is there anything else that needs to go while we are on the topic?
Mommy: As a matter of fact, his twin brother is being dressed and prepared for disposal as we speak…Kevin is going to be out there with his brother at the same time along with all of HIS diapers. Do you want them to be in their strollers or bagged up or anything?
Garbage Disposal Council Member: NOPE…we prefer that you don’t bag our subjects up or the diapers either. Just have them put out in your “special collections” can by 6:00. Kevin is approved also for disposal. Have a nice day Miss…..(Skype call ends)

Mac’s Diaper Collection

Mac’s Diaper Collection

Mac wakes up at 3:30 am each and every day to drive one of 6 fleet maintained Lodal Evo Diaper collection trucks. The loads are taken directly to a local diaper recycling plant.
Mac also owns a landfill and a metal scrap yard and when he isn’t at the landfill or the scrap yard, he is out driving one of the 6 Lodal Evo semi-automated side loaders along one of four diaper recycling, collection routes. Along these routes, on a weekly basis, sometimes a few families will bring their thickly diapered boy’s and girls out to the truck, for recycling along with that subject’s diapers. The subject’s that Mac and his team has collected and recycled before have brought Mac lots and lots of money! Each subject that is brought in, nets Mac $2,000 per subject no matter what kind of diaper they are wearing.
Today, is a unusual day, Mac wakes up at 4:30 after a long, hot night tossing and turning.
Mac gets up, fixes himself a cup of coffee and fixes two egg McMuffins with cheese and Sausage for breakfast and sits down to eat. He reads the news paper while drinking his coffee and eating his breakfast. The voices of the thickly diapered subjects were ringing loudly inside of his mind the whole night long. Mac had dreamed that he was crushing a very long school bus full of disabled, thickly diapered AB-DL boys and girls and they were taunting him but he was laughing maniacally as the bus rose into the air and was loaded into the industrial sized crusher/bailer. Inside the bus in Mac’s dream, the disabled AB-DL boys and girls were tossing cloth diapers up into the air and packages of unopened disposable diapers as the bus was just starting to crush. The windows burst and suddenly, the disabled, thickly diapered AB-DL boys and girls began to float out of the windows like angels with wings. This made Mac Sit up fast in bed, startled and disoriented by this strange dream. Mac looked at his clock on his side table and saw that it was 4:28 am. MAN! I am going to be LATE!!! Mac thinks to himself as he gets out of bed, gruffly grunting as he heads to the restroom.
A few minutes later, Mac goes to the bathroom sink and splashes water on his face, washes his grubby mitts, and brushes his teeth, before combing his hair.
Then Mac shuffles to the kitchen to make his cup of coffee and breakfast.
Mac looks at his watch and sees that it’s 6:30 am. He is done with his coffee, his breakfast and reading the morning paper. He puts on his blue cover-alls and then marches out the door. Mac drives to the Diaper collection and trash collection truck storage yard and goes to park his 2003 Ford F-150 pick-up. He gets out and then goes into the office.
Most of the drivers are already there, chit-chatting with each other as they drink their coffees before their shifts begin.
Mac walks behind his desk and turns the computer on and then goes over to the coffee machine to pour himself another cup of coffee while the computer boots up.
Mac sits down and clicks on the routes application and it opens. He sees that there is still one three man team that hasn’t checked in yet.
Mac: (out-loud to all of the employees) Where is team 7?? Why haven’t they checked in yet?
Silence falls across the employees until Mac’s office assistant speaks up.
Nadia: They called in sick. They all have the flu or something. I called the two back-up employees already and they are due to be here shortly.
Mac: That’s JUST great!!! I am STILL one man short!!! I guess I…will have to go out on the route today! Riggs and Jeffries are due in any minute now…..I HOPE!!
Just then, Both Riggs and Jeffries walk into the little modular office in the yard.
Riggs: I am here and I am READY to work! Who is driving today?
Mac: (From behind his desk, staring at his computer screen) I…am!
Jeffries: WHOA!!! Riggs, (slapping Riggs gently on his right shoulder) we get to work with the BIG boss man today!!!
Mac: Yea…YOU two WILL…..be doing what I….say….and I…am driving!!!
I MIGHT….let RIGGS drive for a bit! We are driving truck number 2 today!
Riggs: OH….NOT that old thing!!! That thing hasn’t been driven for nearly a year now!!!
Mac: We are taking it! LIKE it…OR NOT!!! The compactor works Great, the PTO works great, it has just been replaced, and I had the oil changed and the glow plugs replaced recently. It SHOULD be ok!
Mac: It is now 7:30 men…..MOUNT UP!!!
All of the route drivers go to their trucks in three-man teams as assigned as Mac, Jeffries and Riggs go to the old 2000 Lodal Evo Semi-automated side loader.
Mac does a walk around inspection of the truck and logs each thing on the checklist then signs it before starting the truck. While the truck is warming up, Jeffries gets ready to drive.
The first three stops are condos and then four houses in a row
the big old truck shimmies as it idles, and occasionally skips and puffs out thick black diesel smoke
Mac: I sure hope there's no cops on the round today, we'll get a smog ticket for sure
Riggs: I HOPE not! We will do fine on this truck I just know it!
Jeffries climbs into the cab and then does a packer cycle check before taking off
Mac and Riggs are riding in the right-hand side of the cab
The truck drives through the city streets puffing black diesel smoke as the loud truck rumbles to the first stop of the day.
Mac: This'll wake those lazy fuckers up for sure
Mac clicks the PTO in
the linkage clunks, but jumps into gear, and the whine of the hydraulics begins, as the truck knows it's "in business"
Mac: "love that sound"
The engine revs and the truck rolls to a stop in front of the first condo on a corner of a residential street. there are six 96 gallon cans over filled with diapers!
The black cans have cloth diapers in them and the white cans have disposables in them
waiting next to the last 96 gallon can is a boy wearing thick disposable medium Attends with waist band elastics and six layered and overlapping toddler sized cloth diapers underneath that make his butt NICE and puffy as the plastic crinkles when he walks.
The mother is standing behind the boy, holding his left hand so that he won't escape.
The boy has NOTHING else but his diaper on, the ends of the cloth diapers are sticking out of the elastics slightly.
Riggs jumps out of the cab and goes over to the first of the black 96 gallon totes full of cloth diapers and drags the can over to the tote tipper.
Riggs: Hi ma'am nice morning isn't it?
Riggs says to the mother.
Riggs: Who do we have here? You sure look gloomy today....
Mother: He is being disposed of! He wets his diapers TOO much and I just don't feel like diapering him anymore!
Mother: Can you guys take him???
Riggs: Certainly! That's what we do.
Riggs to Mac: Hey Mac, the lady has a diapered boy for ya!!! He has disposables on with cloth underneath!
Mac: ok ... (Mac walks over the grabs his wrist from his mother)
Riggs dumps the first black, full cloth diaper tote into the cloth diaper side
Mac: now lets see which you are boy ..."
Boy: HEY! MOMMY!!! I thought I was out here to watch!!! That is what YOU told me!!!
MISTER LET...GO of me!!!
Mac picks up the boy and sits him on the edge of the hopper
Boy: Where are you taking me!!!
Mac then pulls the elastics in the boy’s disposable back some and feels the super wet diapers.
The boy's mother goes back into the house and brings out all of the remaining packs of opened and unopened packs of the boy's disposable diapers.
Mac: "He's mine" (Mac calls over to Riggs.)
Then Mac flips the young boy’s legs up and tips him in backwards into the hopper.
Boy: HEY!

The boy gets to his feet and starts to climb out of the hopper.
Mac punches the sprayer button and a quick blast of blue goop quirts out over the load of diapers in the hopper.
Quickly Mac tosses in the rest of the opened and unopened boxes of disposable diapers.
They land in a crinkly mess.
Boy: HEY!!! EWWWWW! YUCK!!! (Cough, cough)
HEY!!! I am NOT going IN this thing! What IS this yucky slimy stuff all over me!!!
Mac punches the sprayer again.
Boy! AAAAAAAAA! HEY STOP that!!!!
The loose but unused diapers that were thrown in start absorbing the blue gunk and swell up enormously!
BOY: Hey Mister!!! This stuff smells sweet!! What is this!!! Why am I covered with this nasty, slimy stuff??? My diaper!!! It's blowing UP!!! What are you DOING to me!!! My skin!!! It’s turning BLUE!!!
Meanwhile, Riggs has emptied the second tote of cloth diapers into the hopper and then he hits the cloth diaper sprayers
Riggs finishes emptying the second can and then goes to get the third can. He hooks it up to the tote tipper and then empties the cloth diapers into the hopper. A few of the cloth diapers fly into the disposables side.
Then Riggs sets the can down and then steps onto the running boards and grabs a handle.
Riggs motions for the compactor to start and then once Mac gets on, he motions for Jeffries to drive on.
Inside the hopper, the boy coated with the blue slimy goop with his diaper blowing up, starts to get shoved into the empty load container in the back. The packer cycles as the truck drives to eh next stop.
The next stop is two doors down. There are four 96 gallon cans filled with diapers and the SO full in fact, the lids are holding some of the diapers in.
Two black cans and two white cans. Inside one of the white cans Two black cans and two white cans. Inside one of the white cans is a thickly diapered girl wearing a very bulky disposable diaper with six thick booster pads on inside. She is wearing a tranquility large diaper and it goes up to nearly her nipples
Inside one of the black bins, is a boy wearing three soaking wet cloth diapers and a pair of printed plastic pants.
The father comes out almost dragging his other boy out to the curb where the truck is waiting.
Riggs jumps down and gets the first black bin and hooks it up to the tote tipper.
The cloth diapers spill out into the hopper and then Riggs puts the tote back.
Riggs goes to get the second can and sees the man and his thickly cloth diapered boy standing there.
Man: Yes...I have my boy here that needs disposed of...can you take him please?
Riggs: Yes sir, after I am done dumping this, I will come over and take him. Please remove his plastic pants please.
Man: Sure thing.
The father pulls the boy's plastic pants down and then off.
Mac: toss 'em over to me…
Then Riggs puts the second tote down and then goes over, takes the boy's right hand and then quickly drags him over to the side of the truck. Then he picks the boy up and then tosses him into the hopper onto his back.
Riggs: This one has cloth diapers on...are you sure???
Mac: No his pants ... don’t wanna have to pay for a contaminated load again
Man: OH...yes...these...Here! (The man hand tosses the large plastic pants over to Mac)
Mac tosses the plastic pants in with the disposables left in the hopper, and then Mac grabs the 1st big white tote, then put it on to the flipper.
Punching the metal foot control, the tote flips up and the bin slightly unclips and a small mountain of trashed diapers flows out. As the tote swings back down, Mac kicks it back up and over the curb, and eyes the contents of the hopper.
Riggs goes over to the third can and then rolls it over to the tipper and then empties it.
Then he hits the sprayer buttons and everything on the cloth diaper side gets sprayed and coated with the blue, green and clear liquids.
A quick blast of the sprayer, and then Mac grabs the 2nd tote.
Mac can tell from its weight, it's not just diapers in it.
Flipping the tote onto the tote tipper, Mac punches the load button.
From inside the tote, the girl inside wearing the thick puffy disposable diaper yells out:
Girl In Tote: HEY! What is going on!!!
As the lid flips open, there is a scream
Girl: HEY!!! What is going ON!!! Let me OUT!!! I am STUCK in here!!! There are wet diapers in here!!! They are all over me!!! My onesie is dirty now!!!
Hunting through their load with his thick red garbage gloves on, Mac finds the source of the noise ....
Mac: What we got here then???? A loud one!!
Girl: HEY! Who are YOU!!! What are YOU DOING to me!!! Why am I IN here???
Mac: disposing ... what’s it look like? Now be a good girl, what kind of diaper you got on there?"
Girl: ME??? Being disposed of??? I have...a VERY thick Crinkly one sir! It's slightly wet!
Mac: Yeah, bet you thought you could piss your mother off for ever didn't you?
Girl: ME???
Mac punches the sprayer button.
Girl: UUUUUHHHH! YUCK!!! STOP IT!!!
Mac laughs
Mac: Wetter now, I bet??
Girl: ICKY!!!
Mac punches the sprayer button again.
Girl: BRRR! Cold!!! STOP IT!!! Quit it!!! UUUUUUUG!!! What is this stuff???? MY Diapers!! They are starting to swell up!!!
Mac lifts the girl up, and grabs the buttons of her onesie then rips it off on one fell swoop.
Girl: what are you DOING to me!!! OUCH!!! Why did you do that!!! HEY!!! That's MINE!!!
Mac: Can't recycle onesies ... (Mac toss the scraps into the onesies bag above the packer)
Mac pushes a finger inside the girls diaper and wiggles it.
Girl: What are you doing with my onesie???? Give it back!!!
Girl: What are you DOING!!! My diaper!!! It's swelling UP!!! HEY!!! Make it STOP!!! I need to be changed now!!! Are YOU...going to change me??? STOP Dumping diapers all over me!!!
QUIT it!!!
Mac: She's a disposable (then Mac drops her back in)
Girl: HEY! Mister!!! My diaper!!! It's swelling up! I am turning blue!!!
What have you DONE to me?????
Mac: embalmed you! (Then Mac punches the packer "go" button)
Girl: HEY! That thing is coming at me!! It's....it's moving all of the diapers!! HEY! Now it's shoving ME!! STOP IT!!!
The girl slides along the hopper floor and her thickly diapered butt slides into the opening of the container. The hopper clears and then packer retracts slowly. On the cloth side, Riggs watches as the cloth diapered boy gets his diapers compacted around him, squishing and squeezing him and his diapers against him and making his diaper buckle up and bunch up as the diapers are tightly pressed against him. Then as the packer retracts, Riggs puts the last boy into the hopper then signals for Jeffries to go to the next stop.
Jeffries drives the truck down the street, turns to the right and then stops. Then turns to the left and then drives half way down the block and then pulls to the right and then stops at a house with six totes, three black ones and three white ones. The white ones are SO over stuffed with disposable diapers that if they are moved, the diapers will fall out onto the curb. The black cans are full of cloth diapers, cloth training pants and a bag full of onesies.
The maid has brought out two twins wearing thick, bulky disposable diapers with six thick booster pads on and 8 toddler sized cloth diapers on under the disposable diapers. Four in front and four in back. Their diapers are SO thick that they can barely put their legs together! Both of them are sitting in their own strollers waiting for the men to take them.
Riggs jumps down and heads to get the first of three black totes.
He hooks the first tote up to the tipper and then raises the can and empties it.
The cloth diapers spill out into the empty hopper
Four cloth diapers spill out into the disposable diaper side.
Riggs puts the now empty can down and then opens the lid to the second tote. he sees the white trash bag but wonders what is in there because they don't look like diapers.
Riggs takes the bag out and looks to see what they are. It turns out they are onesies and so he tosses the bag over to the disposable side by accident and then hooks the tote to the tipper and tips it in.
The cloth diapers spill out into the hopper in a large heap, the stale pissy smell wafts into his face and his grimaces
Riggs: NOTHING like stale piss in the morning Boss!!!
Riggs notices the Maid holding two thickly diapered boys by their hands standing just behind one of the white cans.
Riggs: Can I help you ma'am??
Maid: Yes...I have these two for ya...the parents told me to take them out this morning...here we are...can you take them please?
Riggs: Hey Boss...These two have THICK, BULKY disposables on and I THINK they have cloth diapers on underneath! They are...ALL...YOURS!!!
Riggs: (To the maid) yes ma'am...We will take them from you. Do you want us to take the strollers too?
Maid: NO! Just the two boys and their diaper bags!
Riggs: BOSS...These two are YOURS!!!
Boy A: NO! I don' t wanna go in there!!!
STOP it!! You aren't my mommy! You can't do this!!!
Boy B: HEY! What are you DOING to My brother????
Boy B: Don't let that man take him!!!
Maid: SHUT UP YOU TWO!!!
Maid: See that Large pile of diapers in there??? YOU two are going in there!!!!
Boy A: But why are we wearing just our diapers???
Boy B: YEA????
Maid: Because.....these men want it that way!!!
Mac grabs boy A and marches him around to his side of the idling truck.
Boy A: HEY Mister...let GO of me!!
Mac lifts him up and puts his feet on to the hopper.
Boy A: Don't PUT me in there!!!
Mac grips tighter.
Boy A: HEY! What are YOU doing???
Boy A: HEY!! STOP that! You're HURTING my ARM!!!
Mac then with his other thick hairy arm, gropes 'n' squeezes the loaded diaper. A jet of piss shoots out.
Mac: My! Aren't you overdue for a change!! (Mac laughs and pushes the boy into the hopper.)
Boy A: HEY!!! What are you doing to my diaper????
Boy A: HEY!!! OUCH!!! Why did you DO that??? HEY!!! These diapers in here are....EEEWW!! Blowing UP!!! What IS...all this...Icky Blue stuff everywhere???? I am Getting OUT of here!!!
The boy gets to his knees and then starts to get one leg over the side.
The boy’s THICK, BULKY disposable diaper with Cloth diapers on underneath is sagging and drooping slightly between his legs
The boy gets the other leg over the edge is now sitting on the edge of the hopper
spotting his escape attempt, I watch him struggle up, his hefty diaper dragging, before shoving him back down.
Boy A: HEY!!! STOP DOING that!!!
Mac: No one escapes Mac!!!
Boy A: STOP IT!!! Let me GO!! Let me OUT!!!
The boy gets back up again and goes to the side. He peers over and starts to lift his leg again
The twin's brother walks over to the side of the truck and taps Mac on his hips.
The maid brings out a large trash cart filled with their unopened remaining packages of disposable diapers. There are about 60 packs in the cart.Boy 2: Hey Sir? What are you doing to MY brother?????
Mac: Recycle him .... and you’re next!!!
Boy B: NO you are NOT!!
Boy B: NO!!! You won't catch ME!!! the boy starts to run....
Mac picks the boy up and wraps an arm around his naked back.
Mac: No ya don't!!
Boy B: STOP! Let GO of me!!! Let GO of ME!!!
Mac: For that, I'm gonna make you watch me squash him like a bug!!!
Mac turns the boy around and knocks the little escapee back into the hopper.
Boy B: STOP IT!! That's MY....Brother you are doing this to!!! HEY!! Let...ME OUT!!!
The maid stands there and watches, and thrilled to be rid of these two brats.
Boy A: My diaper!! Stop it!!!
Mac picks up the hand sprayer, and squirts a fountain of the blue gunk, over the top of the packer as it squeezes and pushes.
Boy A: Stop squirting me with that!!!! EEEEEWWW!!!!
Mac: Gotta lube my truck up good don't I boy .... as you’re next ahahah!!!
Mac tosses in a couple of the pristine and unopened boxes of disposable diapers from the pile
before tapping the packer button.
Boy A: HEY!! Those are MY diapers!!!
Boy A: HEY! What is that??? Make it STOP!!! It's moving me!!! STOOOOOP! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Boy B: Let GO of me!!! I am NOT Trash!!! Let GO!!!! MOOOOOOMMMY!!!!!!
WAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!! MOOOOMY!!!! My diaper needs changing!!! Let GO!!!
I am WET!!!! Let GO!!!! MOOOOOOOMY!!!!!
Mac: Yeah and your making a mess on my uniform
Mac hooks a knee up, and pulls the boy down.
Boy B: Who CARES about your silly uniform!!!
Mac hooks a knee up, and pulls down the boy #B's diaper, to expose his naked bum, spanks it hard 4 times before pulling it back up then dropping him in the freshly cleared hopper.
Boy B: The mean man Spanked me!!! HEY!!! STOP IT!!!!
Boy B: OUCH!!! OUCH!!! OUUUUCH!!! WAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!
Boy B gets RIGHT back up and heads to the edge of the hopper.
Boy B: Let Me...OUT!!!! MOOOOOOOOMY!!! The mean man won't let me OUUUUT!!!!
Boy B: My diaper....what are you going to do with me?????
My diaper is sagging!!! What IS this thing any ways????
Mac tips in the rest of the diapers from the pile, ripping a few of them open on the side.
Boy B: HEY!! DON'T!!!! Those are my DIAPERS!!! HEY!!! Those were my CLEAN diapers!!1 MOOOOOMY! Why are you throwing me and my diapers in here?????: What IS this slimy stuff all over the place??? Why are all of the diapers in there covered with it???
Mac: It makes ya not stick so much!
Boy B: STICK!!! To What????
Mac: When the packer squeezes you into the middle, all the diaper juices run out and get collected"
Boy B: You are going to JUICE me and my diapers????
Mac: yes!
Boy B: My diaper might be wet, but I am NOT juicy!!!
Mac hands the cart back to the maid.
Mac: There ya go ma’am.
Boy B: I don't WANNA be juiced!!!
Mac: Tough shit!!!
Maid: thank you.
Mac: (To the maid) He must have been a nightmare!
Boy B: Why? I didn't DO...anything!!! Let...ME...GO!!!! If MY daddy sees you doing this to me and my brother...he..is going to hunt you DOWN!!!
Mac pushes the sprayer button and then the packer button.
Boy B: HEY!!! YUCK!!! STOP spraying me!!!
Mac then grabs the auxiliary sprayer, and gives the loud mouthed boy an extra squirt.
Boy B: My diaper!! It's....it's blowing UP!!! UUUUUHHHH Blub, blub!!! STOP!!!
Mac reaches in, and pulls the front of his diaper open, and directs the blast in*
The boy turns his head to avoid getting sprayed in the face...
Immediately, his diaper balloons up and the plastic bursts.
Boy B: HEY!! MY diaper!!! My cloth diapers!!! HEY!!!!
A gallon of boy pee and goop squirts out from his butt.
Mac: ahahha!! See? I told you I was gonna juice ya!
Boy B: STOP getting me all dirty!!! LOOK! Now all this dirt is sticking to me!!!
Mac: Man!! You stink!!
Boy B: let me OUT...NOW!!!
Mac pushes the button for the compactor.
Mac: See ya ... wouldn't wanna be ya!!!
Boy B: HEY!!! STOP!!! Make it STOP!! WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!
The boy gets shoved into the loads already in the load container and his cloth diapers scrap and slide against the hopper floor as his disposable diaper bunches up.

Can I get out of my crib now???? I need my diaper changed....Trash Daddy??? PLEASE???
Mac: Now, now! Behave!
Seth: But daddy!!! You already TOLD me that I was going to be spending the night in the trash until morning! Hey Trash daddy.....you also told me that you would change my diaper too before I was put into the trash can.....can you please change me???? My thick diaper is soaking wet and starting to leak. Can’t I get my trash daddy to at least add in a bunch of my cloth diapers into my disposable like you always have? Trash Daddy.....Can I have you change my wet diaper please????
Mac: (Feeling Seth’s soaking wet diaper) you sure used that one well! Bad boy! You wet your diaper TOO much!
Seth: Yes...daddy, I did. What are you going to do with the 6 cloth diapers I soaked?
Mac: Those? Those are for the trash my boy. Now, lets get that nasty old diaper off, and get you clean!
Seth: OK daddy. Can you please wash or rinse my cloth diapers out in the toilet at least???
Mac dumps all 6 cloth diapers into the toilet, and holds the corners, before.... flushing repeatedly.
Seth: Are you going to use that thick disposable you have in your hand with more of my thick cloth diapers inside of it? HEY! Daddy...please...why are you putting ME into the toilet????
Mac: To clean you a bit! You’re dirty
Mac pushes your butt down into the water
Seth: But, what about these cloth diapers in the water?
Mac waits for the tank to refill, then dumps the 6 still dirty cloth diapers on top of Seth, to pin his Midget body down.
Seth: Aren't they going to get washed daddy???
Mac: Nah, too filthy now!
Seth: Why are you taking all of my clean cloth diapers out of the diaper changer drawers and tossing them into the toilet? Aren't they clean? HEY! These have pink, green and blue stains all over them!!!
Mac pushes them down into the big bowl with Seth
Seth: Are these the diapers I wore when I was eating all of that Jell-o last week?
Mac: Ready? Because…I'm flushing if you are or not!!!
Mac pushes down on the leaver.
Seth: HEY...Daddy....You are flushing me???? AHHHHHHHHHH!!! HEY! Daddy!!!!!! What are you DOING!!!!!
The toilet flushes as the cold water begins to flow. The level of the water rises as the diapers stop the water from exiting down the hole.
Seth: The water goes down the hole! The water goes down the hole!
Mac: what do you think boy! I'm cleaning your mess up!!!
Seth: Am I getting flushed????
Mac pushes the leaver again, this time, the water swirls right up to the top of the bowl.
Seth: HEY!!!! Gurgle, Gurgle!!!
Seth reaches over to the side of the bowl, then grabs the side and holds on tight while the water pulls on Seth’s body as the water swirls. The diapers shift just in the nick of time, but 2 of them get pulled away and go swirling down the hole.
Mac: are you liking your new bath?
Seth: BATH????? the water is pulling on me and i don' t know how much longer i can hold on!!! BRRRRRR!
Mac: better hold on tight boy!
Seth: It's CCCCCCOLD!!!!
Mac flushes again.
Seth: DDDDDADDDY! What is that screen doing in the bottom of the drain???? Every time you flush, it goes UP for a few seconds and then drops back down again
Mac: Because, I don't want your messed up diapers blocking my siphon!
Seth: AH! OK...So what are you going to do with my diapers and I after we are done in here???? I hope this will be done soon daddy! Where did you put my semi-wet disposable diaper??? Daddy?
Mac: I'm dumping you and you’re entire load into the trash little boy!
Seth: ME? In the trash???? All of my diapers too????
Mac: You, and all your diapers!
Seth: What about the unopened packs of my diapers????
What about all of my onesies? My favorite footed sleepers???
Mac: Gonna go in with you!! They keep you company until my trash buddy takes ya
for recycling!
Seth: But Daddy Mac!!! But Daddy Mac????? PLEASE! Don't throw me away!!!!
I promise!!!! I will do what ever you want me to do!!!
HEY! Why are you taking out that wet disposable Race Car Diaper??? Are you going to smear that wet diaper all over me????
Mac: Daddy Mac's trash brother is coming to deal with you now!
Mac: (lifts Seth and the entire sopping wet diaper bundle up) I think you’re rinsed enough
Seth: HEY!!! Why am I going to the diaper recycling company???
Don't they shred up cloth diapers???? What is going to happen to MY disposable diapers????
Mac: yeah all pushed into a massive diaper muncher. If you’re lucky, it won't eat you alive! It wants just your diaper and it wants it baaaaad!!!
Seth: What will they do to me then? HEY! Who are YOU???? LET GO OF ME!!! Why are you taking my naked body over to the trash can????
Seth: Don't I need to be diapered first???
Mac dumps Seth in, then lifts his legs and shoves his last clean diaper underneath his still kind of wet butt then puts the diaper firmly on, before dumping the rest of the loose clean and dirty disposable diapers on top of Seth and then he slams the lid down.
Mac then leaves for a few weeks, working and taking care of two businesses, leaving Seth with his brother; Jack.
Seth: HEY! Why are you adding all eight of those cloth diapers to my disposable???
Now I can't get my LEGS together!!!! HEY! Sir???? Why am I in here with all of these diapers? It stinks!!!! Where is My Daddy???
Jack: Gone! I don’t know where either! (Sits down in his leather recliner, opens a beer and then relaxes knowing Seth isn’t part of his life any more.
Seth: HEY! When does the diaper collection truck come????
Is it going to be my daddy taking me?????

Seth: HEY! Can you hear me???? The boy pounds on the lid.

Seth: SIR???? Do you work for my daddy...Mac???
Jack: I told you, Mac's my brother
Seth: Hey! Sir? I have been in this bin now for a week now! When am I being taken out to the curb? I have a very wet diaper on and it is starting to dry up now. It is stiff and crusty between my legs! My cloth diapers are dried up now and there is NOTHING in here left to drink! Can I get out now????
Jack: sometime later
Seth: Do I have to spend all NIGHT in here????
Jack: Yes, now shut up!

Seth: Can I get my cabbage patch doll in here please????
Jack: you can have all your toys
Seth: The boy moves around in the can and falls down along the front under the weight of the heavy wet loose disposable diapers
Jack: gets up and gathers the boy’s entire toy collection and drops them uncaringly on top then slams the lid shut.
Seth: HEY!!! Those are MY packs of new clean disposable diapers!!! DON'T!!! Don't throw my footed sleepers away!! HEY! Those are my plastic pants!!! Why are you throwing ALL of my dolls away??? They are my friends!!!
Jack: yeah and your only friends now!
Seth: But...how come you kept tossing my wet unrolled diapers into my crib before you put me in here???? Where is Mommy???? Is Mac coming to take me to the recycling company??? MAAAAAAC!! MAC!!! Where are you???
Jack: Tee-hee that’s a lot of time in there! Surely you should be left to stew for a bit!
Enjoy this bin and all of the smells!
Seth: YOU are going to ferment my diapers and I????? I am being left in here to soak up the smell????
Jack: Yup! Evil ain't I??
Seth: But I thought that I was being washed and rinsed and put back in my crib? Do you work for my daddy...Mac???
Jack: I told you, Mac's my brother.
HEY! My diapers are stiff and crunchy now! Can you please change me????
I can barely MOVE in here!
Jack: you’re a dirty boy!
Seth: I am??? Can you change me??? My diaper is stiff and crunchy!!! Can I get one of these new clean diapers from one of these packs in here?
Jack unfastens the boy’s diaper and drops the old one off, before throwing to the back of the can.
Seth: AH! HEY! Why are those clean folded cloth diapers being thrown away? (The boy looks to the right and seeing the small pile of 100 cloth diapers)
Jack: That’s up to your mom! If it's out here, it’s for disposal!
Jack unfolds a new diaper, then adds six clean, soft and thick toddler sized cloth diapers into the large sized disposable diaper and then slides it up and under the boy.
Jack: Legs up….
Seth: Are you going to put in some of those clean cloth diapers in my disposable to make it more absorbent?
Seth raises his legs.
Jack: Yeah… (Reaches for a couple of cloth diapers and slides them out under Seth’s butt, while holding his legs.)
Seth: I thought I heard some baby girl crying about being flushed...did you flush a girl down the toilet? AH! Thanks! I am used to getting at least six layered cloth diapers in my disposables. My Mommy made me waddle to the changing table once...
Mac smoothes them out, then folds the gigantic mound of diaper around and does the tapes up.
Seth: Then she threw all of the nice cloth diapers away!
Jack: Awe! Too much work to keep washing them I expect! There ya go! Now off with you!
(Seth has been sitting in Mac's Bother's place inside a large and very deep trash can full of diapers, his diapered dolls and all of his packs of clean disposable diapers and loose clean and dirty disposable diapers)
Seth: (...still waiting for MAC to come take it all away)
THAT…..is the truck Mac is driving?
HEY! Those were still folded! STOP! Don't throw those cloth diapers in here!
HEY! Where are you taking me????? HEY! It’s a little windy out here! What is that loud sound???? Is that the big twash twuckie? I've NEVER been in one of those!!!! HEY! What is that big round looking thing near the back of the twuckie???? How come that other guy is putting all of those diapers into that twuckie????
Mac: because their garbage
Seth: WAIT! STOP! I don't wanna get sprayed!
Mac: ……Just like your shitty ones
Seth: My poopy diapers? Where did THEY go? I thought they were put into another can?
Mac: Nope! All pushed in together!
Seth: HEY! I don't wanna go in there! That twuckie scares me!
Mac: Why is the truck too noisy? It's got to squash them all up to be tiny
Seth: HEY! What is that big round looking thing near the back of the twuckie????
(Pointing to the big container near the back) HEY! That BIG pile of diapers looks like its MOVING!
Mac: That’s where it all gets stuffed into
Seth: How come the diapers are getting sprayed with that yucky stuff? OH!
I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go now! STOP!
Mac: it stops the poop from getting too stinky and makes them absorb everything more
Seth: EEEEW! That stuff looks nasty!!! Those POOR cloth diapers!!! Mine are still clean!!!
Mac: Hehehe yeah. They sure are trashed now! Ahahahahaha!!!
Seth: HEY! STOP! Don't!
Seth tries to get up and move but the diapers that were tossed in on top of him are too heavy!
Seth: HEY! Let me UP! WAAAAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!
Mac: you’re gonna be trashed too
Mac pushes the sprayer, and then compacts Seth.
Seth: NO! PLEASE! I don't wanna be!
UUUUUUH!
Mac: You’re trash now boy!
Mac watches as the boy gets squashed in.
Seth: HEY! STOP! NO! Stop this thing! It's....It's pushing those nasty, sticky diapers into me! AAAAAAAAAAH!
Mac: Better hope that soft diaper saves you!
Seth goes into the back of the truck and into the container and as he does, his diaper buckles between his legs.
The diapers rise and fall as the packer cycles.
Then the packer retracts and some of the diapers and Seth spring back into the hopper
Seth: UH! Look at me! I am all covered with that yucky spray stuff! Where are you taking me??? Trash daddy! I thought you wanted to save me! (Sobbing slightly...)
Mac: Nah, dirty boys belong in the trash!
Mac then gets back into the cab once the rest of the loads of clean and dirty diapers are emptied into the truck’s hopper and compacted, and then drives off to the next stop.
The next stop is a large mansion with two thickly diapered boys and a vintage dressed maid standing out by the curb. The maid is tightly holding onto the two boys as she and they wait for the trash truck to pull up and stop.
Mac drives up close to the curb and then stops. He gets out of the cab and then walks towards the back to start emptying the cans full of diapers.
Maid: Hello...I have...these two for ya....the family of the house threw them away....and asked me to take them out today.
Mac: I'll clear them in no time!!
Maid: They changed them JUST 10 minutes ago!
Mac sniffs them.
Maid: I guess they added a lot of baby powder!
Mac: Ah!! Delicious I'd stand back for this then ma’ am
The maid lets go of the boy's hands and then takes three steps back
Mac tips the first 2 cans in to the hopper
Boy 1: HEY! Let go of me!!!
One of the onesies lays draped across the top, before the compactor starts up and smooches them all over the gunky sides
Boy 1: NO! STOP! I don't wanna go in there!
Boy 1: What are you doing! HEY! DON'T!!! HEY! That's MY onesie in there!!!
Mac: Awwe! You like your rags do you? Well you can go in with them!
Boy 1: It was a clean one!
Mac: doesn't look very clean to me anymore! Ahahahahaha
Boy 1: HEY! What are you doing to me!!! HEY! STOP SPRAYING ME with that!!!!
Mac picks him up and drops into the hopper.
Boy 1: HEY! EWWWWW! Why are you spraying me????
Mac: You might be dirty...this kills all your nasty bugs!
Mac tips rest of bins 3 and 4 into the hopper then re-sprays the rest.
Boy 1: EEEEEW! It's all....STICKY!!!!
The goop settles in and drips down and all over the diapers and the boy.
Boy 1: It's STAINING ME! It's all...Gloppy! HEY! Those are MY...CLEAN cloth diapers!!!! DON'T put them in here!!!! NOOOOOO! STOP! AHHHH! MAN! NOW look at them! HEY! DO YOU have....to spray them too?: HEY! DON'T put that sprayer into MY diaper!!!
IT'S COOOOOOLD!
The Truck’s PTO is heard loudly as the compactor makes crushing noises.
Boy 1: What is happening? Hey! DON’T!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
MY DIAPERS!!!! THEY....THEY...THEY...ARE GETTING...CRUSHED AGAINST ME!!!!!
Mac watches the blade push in and deep inside the truck before it retracts....
Mac: (Mac turns to the somewhat frightened looking boy, shacking in the maid's hand)
Your turn!
Boy 2: (shaking a little in fear) HEY...you aren't going to put me IN there....are you? Do you HAVE...to spray me?
Mac: Yep! Recycling day! Let’s find out shall we?
Mac pushes Boy 2 into the hopper.
Boy 2: I'm......being....recycled? UH! HEY! Those are my clean diapers!!!
Mac: MMMMM!!! That’s a lot of powder on his butt! (Mac comments to the maid, as the cloud of it, subsides from were he landed in the metal Hopper floor.)
Maid: YES! They used a half bottle's worth on each boy!
Mac then flings the boxes of unopened diapers on top of the load.
Boy 2: HEY! Those are my favorite diapers!!! What are you DOING to them!
Mac: spraying them! I can't be taking chances...this time with red gels!
Boy 2: NO! NOT my favorite onesies!!! UUUUUH! Why are you throwing my cloth diapers, footed sleepers in here? Those are clean disposable diapers!!!!
The boxes suddenly start to bulge alarmingly as the compactor continues to cycle. First one diaper, then a second diaper suddenly starts to burst out of the boxes.
Mac: Hehehe they said the red stuff is double strength. Looks like they were right!
Boy 2: HEY! What is this???? STOP this!!! HEY! EEEEEW! YUCK!
Mac mashes the compact button with my fist, thank you ma’am
Then Mac gets into the cab and drives off. The truck goes two houses down then stops. The truck is now getting full and the loads of diapers are starting to rise and fall as the compactor is cycled. Some of the diapers from the last load fell onto the top of the packer then fell back into the hopper.
The truck stops at the next stop and Mac gets out. There are four 32 gallon trash cans filled with unrolled wet only disposable diapers with blue teddy bears on them. Next to each of the trash cans, there are two stacks of 4 packages of opened and partially used packs and unopened packs of disposable diapers with Teddy Bears waiting to be disposed of.
(Diapers with Teddy bears on them that are in the trash cans, a shameless plug for “AWWE SO CUTE” Diapers: http://www.awwsocute.com/diapers/product-2/ )
When the truck pulls up in front of the house, the front door opens and a father who is forcefully dragging his boy outside wearing ONLY his diaper (The thick diapers with teddy bears on it) that is slightly wet and has eight thick booster pads in it and lots of baby lotion inside. The father drags the resisting boy out to the side of the truck, kicking and resisting....
Father: (To Mac) Sorry about this sir....my son knew this day was coming but decided he wasn't going to be disposed of today. Can you PLEASE get rid of him and all of his diapers PLEASE?????
Blonde boy: NO daddy!! I am NOT supposed to go today! YOU said NEXT week! I need a diaper change first!!! NOOOOO! I don't WANNA go!!! STOP IT! Let ME...GO DADDY!!!
Blonde boy: HEY!!!!! That's a BIG truck!!!!! EEEEEEEW! It smells like wet diapers and strong baby lotion. HEY! Is there a lot of lotion or something in there????? I'm NOT....going IN that TRUCK!!!!!
Mac: Stop! Is he clean sir? (Mac says to the father)
Father: I think he is a little bit wet...I didn't have time to change him before I brought him out here. As you can see....he does have a rather....THICK and bulky diaper on! You can check him if you like...he...is ALL....YOURS!!!!
Mac: I'm sorry, (Mac places his arm across the cart) all trash is to be Clean. Change him now!
Father: REALLY??? I didn't know he had to be clean and dry! OK...let me go and get one of the diapers out of the package from other there in one of the trash cans.
The father goes and gets a clean disposable diaper and some booster pads from the packages next to the trash cans and then takes his boy and lays him down on the lawn and begins to unfasten the tapes.
Then the father pulls the diaper down and then pulls it out from under the boy, tossing the open diaper onto the boy's chest while he unfolds the new diaper, inserts eight booster pads into the diaper, adds some powder from the diaper bag still around his shoulder and then puts the powder back into the diaper bag then slides the clean diaper under the boy and then pulls it up.
He then fastens the two tapes; one on each side then pulls his boy back up to a standing position.
Father: OK, son...here, take your diaper with ya! ALL set sir (To Mac)
Mac grabs the boy, and then runs his finger deep inside the waistband of the diaper. The boy's father hands the boy his open, unrolled disposable diaper
Mac: That’s more like it! I can accept him now!
Blonde boy: Sir? What are you going to do to me????
(Asks the boy holding his unrolled semi wet disposable diaper in his arms)
Blonde boy: Where are you going to take me and my diapers sir?
Mac points to the idling slightly dented old truck.
Mac: …..in there son and then to the recycling plant!
Blonde boy: What is a recycling plant? What do they DO to me there? I don't WANNA go in that BIG truck sir!!!! You can't MAKE ME!!!
Mac: I can! Watch!
Mac pushes the boy along rudely.
Blonde boy: LET GO OF ME!!! NOOOOO!
Mac: Think you can stop me? I'm twice your size ... ahahahahahahaha!
Blonde Boy: HEY!!! Let me OUT!!! It's dirty and nasty in here!!!
What is all that red and blue jelly stuff in here???? Why is everything covered in it?
Mac: It makes everything bulk up BOY! It makes everything nice and squishy for when I crush ya!
Blonde boy: YOU aren't going to get that stuff all over ME? You are going to....CRUSH me?????
Mac: Ahahahahaha!! I'm not, but my truck is...although… (Mac swings his foot in and presses it up tight on your diapered genitals) I could...
Blonde boy: I'm getting CRUSHED in here???? PLEASE...DON'T!!!! HEY! STOP spraying me with that! UUUUH! UHHHH!!
EEEEEEW! YUUUUCK!
(Mac watches contentedly as the diaper on the boy starts to swell, and the tapes burst off.)
Blonde Boy: HEY! My diaper is falling off! PLEASE put it back ON ME!!!
Mac: Nope! I can do this… (tips in a big load of dirty, unrolled cloth and disposable diapers from the dirty tubs, covering the dirty blond boy)
Blonde Boy: HEY! Those are MY diapers!!!! HEY! Quit that!!!
HEY! STOP! Those are CLEAN packs of my disposable diapers!!!!
Mac: (squirts them with goop) Not anymore!!! Ahahahahaha!!!
Father: (watching his boy getting loaded) SON...Let the man do his JOB! He is here to dispose of you and your diapers!!!
Mac: He'll be gone and out of your life in no time sir. The packs get covered in red and blue gloppy goopy gels!!
Father: GOOD! Make sure you do his diapers NICE and GOOD too!
Blonde Boy: (Pouting) HM! I don't wanna be...thrown away!!!!
Mac: (pushes the crush button) There sir, all disposed of!
Suddenly, the diapers in he hopper begin to start moving toward the back of the truck. Some of the diapers and onesies have risen and now fallen onto the top of the packer blade and two of the boy's onesies and one of his footed sleepers falls onto the edge half way in and half way out.
The boy starts to cry!
Blonde boy: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! LET...me out!!!! It's crushing me!!!! UUUUUUUH!
The boy gets shoved tightly into the other loads of diapers and other boys and girls from before him. Mac and the father stare and intently peer into the hopper as the packer cycles.
Mac: All gone! He'll have lots of new friends in there too!
Father: Are you sure he can't get out of there? EEEEW! He has diaper gels all in his hair now! His face is covered with one of his open diapers too! LOVELY!!!
Well, thanks.....have a nice day sir.
The father goes back inside. Mac then gets back into the truck and heads off to the recycling plant. While the truck drives, Mac sets the packer to cycle over and over again until it gets to the plant. The diapers inside are getting crushed over and over again. 20 minutes later, Mac and the truck arrive at the recycling plant.
Mac backs his truck up to the empty spot the flagger directs him to then stops.
He opens the tailgate and then sets the packer to "eject"
He watches as the loads of diapers and the boys and girls fall out onto the cement floor. The large packed pile is now fully ejected. Mac closes the tailgate and then drives off to the next stop.
Meanwhile….Seth and the loads of clean and dirty cloth and disposable diapers, onesies and footed sleepers were all emptied out at the recycling plant:
The Recycling:
As Seth the loads of diapers were unloaded onto the cement floor of the recycling company, the Lodal trash truck drove away, leaving a very large and very loosely packed pile of cloth and disposable diapers behind.
Another side loading trash truck full of cloth and disposable diapers backs up to the pile and dumps its large load, the loose and bagged diapers fall out and cover parts of the pile Seth is in. Then, once the load is out, the truck drives away. It wasn’t long before a large bull dozer came along and began to scoop up Seth diapers. the bull dozer bucket carried the first load over to a large funnel hopper and then dropped them in.
Then it came back and scooped up another large load with a few loose diapers falling down along the way, over to the funnel hopper. Then the bucket came and scooped the part of the load that had Seth in it up and it carried Seth and the diapers over to the funnel hopper and then it dropped Seth and the load into the funnel on top of the other loads that were still inside.
Seth: HEY! What are you DOING! What is this thing???? Where are MY diapers??? Can’t I get a diaper change??? I am starting to feel soaked here!!!
The front loading bucket backed away and then left to go get the rest of the diapers loaded into the funnel hopper for the first part of processing. As the bull dozer Front loading bucket comes back with another load of diapers, it dumps them all on top of Seth and they cover him completely. Seth didn’t know this at the time, but this was just the beginning phase of the recycling process.
This was the sorting line that separated the cloth items from the disposables and the non recyclable disposable diapers from the recyclable disposables. The NON recyclable disposable diapers were put into another bin that is later taken to the company landfill behind their facility, made especially for diapers and subjects they can’t recycle.
As the diapers inside the funnel hopper began to sink lower and lower, Seth began to hear the slow-moving conveyor belt’s whine and the diapers falling down onto it. As the diapers fell out from under him,
Seth was forced down through the narrow part of the funnel and onto the conveyor belt feet first then onto my diapered bottom on the conveyor belt. More and more diapers and bags of diapers fell down onto the belt behind him as the belt carried him and the diapers along the enclosed conveyor belt. A short time later, the thick steel walls surrounding the conveyor belt stopped and then there was only open belt for a bit.
There were 12 sorters standing around both sides, six on each side of the belt, that were picking out cloth diapers, and cloth items and they were tossing the cloth diapers and items into a couple of rolling janitorial carts that were quickly filling up. There were already two thickly cloth-diapered subjects in the two cloth diaper carts awaiting their fates.
Since Seth had thick disposable diapers on over six layered ex-cloth diaper service, toddler sized diapers on, he was allowed through to the end of this conveyor belt where all of the disposable diapers were dropping into one of ten waiting rolling janitorial carts.
Once the bin filled up, it was rolled away to another sorting belt and the non recyclable disposable diapers were separated from the recyclable diapers along with any cloth diapers that may have slipped past the first sorting. Seth’s disposable diapers were REALLY, REALLY puffy and bulky and this made it easier to process in the machine that some of the diapers and Seth were going to be put into later on.
The cart Seth was in was emptied onto the next conveyor belt. Seth and the load moved along the belt as the sorters picked off quite a few diapers that weren’t going to be recycled due to the type of plastics used as the backsheet.
Then what was left on the belt was being taken into an enclosed area of the belt where the diapers got heavily sprayed with deodorizers and SAP deactivators.
As Seth came up to the sorters, his diaper was poked at and several fingers were inserted into the elastic leg gathers, checking for cloth diapers. Finding that he indeed had some under his disposable, he was taken off the belt and brought over to a changing station and laid upon it then strapped down.

While poor Seth was busy having his diapers recycled and he was being reprogrammed,

Mac was back on his route, collecting more diapers. Mac ONLY had 12 more stops to make before his lodal EVO was going to have to be emptied again, with all of the stops having four to six 96 gallon cans at each stop. Mac, Riggs and Jeffries pull up to the next stop. Standing between the two rows of three 96 gallon cans filled with clean and dirty cloth pre-fold diapers, wet disposable adult diapers, and modified size six and size seven diapers that were soaking wet, old wet cloth and disposable training pants, stained up old white onesies, old dirty footed sleepers, and plastic pants. There was also an old batman stroller with a bag full of Race Car diapers in medium sizes sitting at the end of the last row.

Riggs is driving the truck this time as Jeffries is helping Mac load the diapers and other trash into the truck as quickly as possible.

Jeffries gets down from the running boards then goes directly over to the first of the 96 gallon cans in the first row of three lined up at the curb while Mac jumps down from the running boards on the left side of the lodal and walks around the rear of the truck’s detachable packer body to get to the next can in the first row. Mac notices the Maid and the very thickly diapered boy standing between the two rows, watching nervously what was happening. The boy has a large sized, blue Attends disposable diaper on with eight layered toddler sized cloth diapers on underneath. Four layers in the front half and four layers in the back half of the thick and bulky blue disposable diaper. The boy’s diapers are wet in the middle and along the crotch but are not showing wetness on the disposable diaper yet.

Mac:

More to cum soon…..

The Diaper Recyclers

As the loads of diapers and I were unloaded onto the cement floor of the recycling company, the Lodal trash truck drove away, leaving a very large and very loosely packed pile of cloth and disposable diapers behind. Another side loading trash truck full of cloth and disposable diapers backs up to the pile and dumps its large load, the loose and bagged diapers fall out and cover parts of the pile I am in. Then, once the load is out, the truck drives away. It wasn’t long before a large bull dozer came along and began to scoop up the diapers and I. the bull dozer bucket carried the first load over to a large funnel hopper and then dropped them in. Then it came back and scooped up another large load with a few loose diapers falling down along the way, over to the funnel hopper. Then the bucket came and scooped the part of the load that had ME in it up and it carried the diapers and I over to the funnel hopper and then it dropped the load and I into the funnel on top of the other loads that were still inside.

Danny: (Me) HEY! What are you DOING! What is this thing???? Where are MY diapers??? Can’t I get a diaper change??? I am starting to feel soaked here!!!

The front loading bucket backed away and then left to go get the rest of the diapers loaded into the funnel hopper for the first part of processing. As the bull dozer Front loading bucket comes back with another load of diapers, it dumps them all on top of me and they cover me completely. I didn’t know this at the time, but this was just the beginning phase of the recycling process. This was the sorting line that separated the cloth items from the disposables and the non recyclable disposable diapers from the recyclable disposables. The NON recyclable disposable diapers were put into another bin that is later taken to the company landfill behind their facility, made especially for diapers and subjects they can’t recycle.

As the diapers inside the funnel hopper began to sink lower and lower, I began to hear the slow-moving conveyor belt’s whine and the diapers falling down onto it. As the diapers fell out from under me, I was forced down through the narrow part of the funnel and onto the conveyor belt feet first then onto my diapered bottom on the conveyor belt. More and more diapers and bags of diapers fell down onto the belt behind me as the belt carried the diapers and I along the enclosed conveyor belt. A short time later, the thick steel walls surrounding the conveyor belt stopped and then there was only open belt for a bit. There were 12 sorters standing around both sides, six on each side of the belt, that were picking out cloth diapers, and cloth items and they were tossing the cloth diapers and items into a couple of rolling janitorial carts that were quickly filling up. There were already two thickly cloth-diapered subjects in the two cloth diaper carts awaiting their fates.

Since I had thick disposable diapers on over six layered ex-cloth diaper service, toddler sized diapers on, I was allowed through to the end of this conveyor belt where all of the disposable diapers were dropping into one of ten waiting rolling janitorial carts.

Once the bin filled up, it was rolled away to another sorting belt and the non recyclable disposable diapers were separated from the recyclable diapers along with any cloth diapers that may have slipped past the first sorting. My disposable diapers were REALLY, REALLY puffy and bulky and this made it easier to process in the machine that some of the diapers and I were going to be put into later on. The cart I was in was emptied onto the next conveyor belt and the load and I moved along the belt as the sorters picked off quite a few diapers that weren’t going to be recycled due to the type of plastics used as the backsheet. Then what was left on the belt was being taken into an enclosed area of the belt where the diapers got heavily sprayed with deodorizers and SAP deactivators. As I came up to the sorters, my diaper was poked at and several fingers were inserted into the elastic leg gathers, checking for cloth diapers. Finding that I indeed had some under my disposable, I was taken off the belt and brought over to a changing station and laid upon it then strapped down.

A pretty blonde woman was standing over me, between my legs and was unfastening the tapes of my disposable diaper. She pulled the front of the diaper down and saw the six layered toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers and then she called over to some other woman to ask her what she wanted done with me and the diapers.

Blonde: HEY! Jackie, what do you want me to take off, the cloth diapers or the disposable?

Brunette: (Coming over to take a look) AH…since that disposable diaper is NOT recyclable and the cloth diapers are, take the disposable off and then toss it into the disposal carts as you take the boy back to the cloth diaper recycling department then come back because there are two more that I need you to change.

Blonde: Sure boss.

The blond took the disposable diaper off and then tossed it onto my chest without even rolling it up since it wasn’t even wet yet but slightly damp. Then she unstrapped me and then picked me up and carried me over to the disposable diaper sorting bins and then took my disposable diaper and tossed it into one of the carts as she passed it. Then She carried me to the cloth diaper recycling area and then laid me down into one of the carts that was almost full.

Blonde: “There you go sweetie, in a very short time, you and all of these nice, comfy cloth diapers will be taken to get recycled and then you will possibly end up at the chemical treatment department and wearing a nice, thick recyclable disposable diaper. By the time we are finished with you, you and your diapers will be all gone and you will then get either flushed down one of our toilets along with some of the cloth diapers we can’t recycle or taken directly to our diaper landfill and left there.”

Danny: But, but, but….why do I have to go in with my favorite cloth diaper on? Can’t they just be taken off of me and then I can be put into a diaper and used somewhere else?

Blonde: Sorry kid. You are here to be recycled and we have to reprogram you and then get you put into some recycled diapers to get tested before we are completely done with you. Then our trash men will come and take you and all of the diapers we can’t recycle away and dispose of them in our diaper landfill where you will be kept until either someone decides to sell you or they decide to bury you with the diapers.

Bye-bye now.

The Blonde walks away and goes back to her station leaving me in the cart with lots and lots of clean and formerly wet and rolled up messy cloth diapers. Then about 20 minutes later, after the cart filled up with 40 more pounds worth of diapers, the cart was then rolled away from the end of the sorting belts and taken into a large metal building where there were four two-story piles of cloth diapers of all sizes waiting to be washed and processed. The man pushing the cart; pushed it over to the bottom of one of the piles and then tipped it over the front end allowing all of the cloth diapers to spill out onto the floor and the pile. Then the man took the completely empty cart away and rolled it back to the sorting conveyor belts. I was left there as the diapers on the other side of the pile were being taken and bagged up and then raised up high into the air along a track that took the loads over to a very large capacity industrial sized washing machine. Once the bag was over the washing machine’s opening, the bag’s bottom opened and the diapers fell down into the tumbler. Then the machine automatically started up and began to wash the diapers, soak them and then wash them again and then rinse them before it ejected them onto another conveyor belt. Once the cloth diapers were on the belt they were destined for the cloth diaper shredder. The shredder had a compactor blade that pushed and held the loads of diapers and subjects wearing cloth diapers and items made from cloth, into and against the shredder teeth so that the diapers can be shredded properly.

By the time the diapers made it to the shredder hopper, the diapers were completely and fully dry. Load after large load were taken by the auto loading system and dropped into the bank of large capacity industrial washers. Multiple loads were being taken to each separate washer and dropped in then the auto loading bags were coming back and reloading and then going up and then rolling along the track along the high ceiling.

Then when there was a washer available, the next bag would move it’s load over to it and drop it in before circling back to pick up another load. Before too long, some one came over to the pile to check the progress and see what was left. The man came over and saw me laying there on the bottom of the pile.

Man: (wearing a white laundry uniform) Well! What do we have here??? Looks like we have some nice, comfy wet cloth diapers that need to be recycled!!! I think I am going to toss you higher into the pile so that you will be taken sooner! Once you get your diapers shredded off of you, you will get left in one of the screens and when they come to clean the screens, some one will take you to get a recycled diaper put on you and then take you to get it tested. OK…tossing time….one….two….threeeee!

I flew through the air and landed closer to the top of the pile of cloth diapers. Then suddenly, one of the bags came down and scooped a bunch of the diapers and I up and then closed up around them and me. I felt the swaying motion as the bag rose into the air and then began to move forward quickly along the track. Since the bag I was in, was the fifth in line, I was forced to wait until there was an open machine for the next 45 minutes or so. Once there was an open machine and the load I was in, was up next, the bag wished the load I was in, to the next open machine and then it lowered down so that it was dangling just above the washing machine’s opening, before the bottom opened up and dropped the load and I into the washer. Once I fell down into the washer on top of the dirty cloth diapers, the machine started the first soaking cycle. The tub filled up with warm water and then soap began to trickle in from another source. Then once the soaking cycle finished, the machine began to slowly agitate back and forth. The cloth diapers began to whiz around as they got closer and closer to the agitator. The diaper I was wearing was slowly getting cleaner and cleaner as the cycle continued. Then the soapy water drained away and then the warm rinse water began to fill the tub. By this time, my diaper and my entire body were now clean but what was this??? More chemicals came into the tub, mixing with the warm water. What was this stuff? It turned out to be a non-bleach whitener that was mixing with the warm water. Then another rinse cycle started and then the spin-cycle started. Once that was finished, the load and I got ejected from the washer onto a conveyor belt. The diapers and I were 96% dried now. As the diapers and I traveled further and further down the enclosed conveyor belt, the load was brought underneath a warm blow drier that dried the diapers the rest of the way. The diaper I was wearing was thus also dried the rest of the way. My body and hair were completely dried but now my hair looked like one of those pencil-top trolls after a couple of rounds of spins! (POOF!) As the load and I continued down the conveyor belt, the now clean and whitened cloth diapers were brought up to another sorting area where six sorters (three on each side) picked through the cloth diapers looking for any ALL-In-One styles that couldn’t be sent through this part of the process and any plastic pants that may have slipped past the other sorters. As the sorters poked and checked the diapers I was wearing, they also snagged and ripped the soaker pads of my diapers by accident leaving the thin layer of cloth to absorb anything before my diapers were to be shredded.

I was put back onto the conveyor belt and soon after, the loads and I dropped into a very deep hopper. At one end of the long hopper that resembled the hopper of a Lodal Trash truck, there was a shredder wheel and at the other end, there was a compactor or pressure blade that forced everything in the hopper, against the shredder wheel. As the hopper continued to fill up and I dropped into the hopper and landed on top of some cloth diapers while more and more diapers fell on top of me. Then, the conveyor belt paused abruptly and then the shredder wheel started up and then the compactor began to crush the loads of diapers and I up against the shredder wheel. I began to cry loudly thinking that this was the end of my life. Suddenly, the shredder blade raised up a little bit in the center while the two side blades stayed in their current position, allowing my body to slip underneath while the blades ripped, tore through and shredded the diaper I was wearing, RIGHT off of me! The loads of diapers disappeared like nothing as they were turned into little tiny versions of their former selves. The pieces of the diapers were then sent to a spooler to be spun into a fiber-like material that would then be blended with paper fluff and then once the composite materials were combined the Super absorbent materials were added as the composite fluff was put into the plastic back sheet of new recyclable, and flushable disposable diapers. While the shreddings of the diapers went one way, I was left in one of the many screens with a few of the shredded particles of cloth diapers that they could not use. I was left in there for about 15 minutes before someone whose job it was to check and empty the filters every 15 minutes; came to clean and empty out the filter. They opened it up and found me in there. The man standing there shook the filter out into a trash can and then he pulled my now naked body out of the filter compartment.

Filter maintenance man: Hey Jack, what am I supposed to do with this???? (Said the man as he held me up with both of his gloved hands)

Supervisor Jack: Leave him in that trash can you shook the filter in until I can call and ask what they want us to do with him.

The man then lowered me into the rolling 32 gallon trash can lined with a trash bag that already had quite a few unwanted cloth diapers with too many stains in them that could not be reused as the high quality fibers due to their conditions and were now on their way to the diaper recycling company’s diaper landfill or on their way to get flushed down one of the special *toilets. (*made exactly for flushing large amounts of cloth diapers)

While Jack made a couple of phone calls, I was left in the trash cans with some fuzzy leftovers of cloth diapers and some clean but stained cloth diapers that had been disposed of. I peeked over the plastic lined can’s edge and saw a woman wearing a printed pair of dark blue scrubs and had red hair standing over near Jack’s desk. Then a few minutes later, Jack and the woman came over to the trash can and Jack pulled me up and out of the can and then carried me over to a changing table before laying me down on it. He then walked back over to the trash can, took out six of the cloth diapers from in the can and brought them over to the changing table for the woman to use inside my next diaper as per HER request.  Then the woman reached over to a large box full of diapers that had a picture of a developmentally disabled man, laying in a crib-like bed, wearing one of the diapers, and took out one of the recyclable, flushable disposable diapers that had been made out of the shredded and recycled cloth pre-fold diapers and began to put it on me.

Woman with printed scrubs on: Hi there, I am going to be your diaper testing caregiver for a little while until we are done testing these diapers. Then, I think I am supposed to throw you and these diapers away. I am also allowed to take you and put you and your diapers into one of the special toilets and then flush you to see if these diapers really are flushable. I will decide which of the two disposal methods I will use with you later. But, for now, I am supposed to take you outside and let you go play around on our testing playground with 15 other “test subjects” wearing other styles of these diapers. Once you are wet, I will have to change you out there three times, saving the wet diapers for them to check on before throwing them into our “special diaper pail.” Once all of the test diapers from ALL of the test subjects are tossed into the pail, the last diaper you have on has to be put through the recycling process as a test. Then once you are done, I will bring you back here and get you diapered in these nice, soft and comfy old cloth diapers and one of these test diapers before I decide how I am to dispose of you!

Danny: PLEASE MISS! Don’t throw me away! I am NOT trash! I thought I was being recycled!

Woman with printed scrubs on: Sorry! I have to follow orders! I have NO CHOICE as to what is done with you! I am ONLY allowed to choose which way you get disposed of in. If I could choose what was done with you, I would bring you home and you’d be my little baby, but since I don’t own you, I can’t. I have to do what they tell me to with you!

OK…Off to the test playground now….

The woman finished putting the test diaper on Danny and then she grabbed him by the hand and then helped him waddle over to the playground where she let him go play until his diaper showed signs that it was soaking wet.

The woman in the printed scrubs then came over to where Danny was and then took his hand and brought him over to the picnic table where she laid him down on his back. Then she unfastened the tapes and then pulled the diaper down and then out from under me. Then she took out one of the other clean and folded test diapers from the stack that was already outside, and began to open it up and get it ready to put on me. Then she lifted my butt, expertly slid the back half of the diaper underneath Danny before she laid him down on the thick, bulky and VERY puffy fluff of the test disposable diaper. Then she pulled the front of the diaper up and then fastened the tapes on each side before she helped him back down to his feet and then let him go back to playing. The woman then tossed Danny’s first test diaper right into the special diaper pail without rolling it up so that the other technicians could do their tests on the diapers before they threw them all away or flushed them.

After another long round of playing and a bottle or two full of cold, fresh, whole milk, Danny’s diaper was again showing signs of sagging due to heavy wetness. The woman once again changed his diaper and then sent him back out for his last half hour of play before she was going to have to bring him back inside before she was going to have to send him through the diaper recycling process and a trial flushing with a bunch of the test diapers.

Danny played hard and ran around and got really, really dirty too! Then the woman came over, took him by the hand and told him that it was time to go back inside now.

Woman with the printed scrubs: OK time to come back in.

Danny: But I wasn’t ready to go!

Woman with the printed scrubs: OH...it’s time to get back to work…I have to do a trial flushing on you with you still wearing this diaper and then I have to put you through the disposable diaper recycling process! Now, I KNOW that this won’t be pleasant, but I have to put you into the diaper pail and leave you there so that the Flushing staff can receive you and these diapers so that they can flush you down one of their testing toilets.

Now, I have to leave you in this trash can with the diapers in it that has a locking lid…it’s so that you can’t escape. I will see you back here when they are done with you. Bye-bye for now.

The woman then lifts Danny up and puts Danny into the large can that has a lot of dirty unrolled disposable diapers in it and then closes and locks the lid. The smell is strong with the smell of pee. The lid opens again and fourteen more diapers are tossed in before the lid closes and is locked again. Then the lid opens again and 20 more diapers are tossed in. the lid was closed and locked again. The lid opened one more time but this time the diapers were pressed down to make room for the 30 more that were going into the can.

Then, once the 30 more diapers were in the can, the lid was locked and then there was silence except for the crinkling of the plastic backing of the diapers.

Shortly after the last load had been put into the can, the can began to roll and shake. It rolled for a while before it slowed then started rolling again then stopped.

Then the lid opened up and then the can tipped end over end and Danny and the diapers fell out onto the floor into a larger pile of other disposable diapers that were there to get flushed. Once the diapers were out of the can and in the pile, The man that had emptied the can took the empty can back to where it was, leaving Danny and the diapers in the pile. It wasn’t long before two women came over to where Danny was and pulled him out of the pile of dirty flushable disposable diapers.

Woman 1: Hi there little one. We are here to flush you and some diapers for a test. We have to see if your diapers will blow up when they are exposed to water or not. Since there are no gels in the diapers we think they won’t. Now I hope your diaper is wet because if it isn’t, it’s getting wet anyhow!

Woman 2: Just take the boy to the toilet and put him into it and then start loading the bowl with the test diapers already! GEES!

Danny: NO! PLEASE! Don’t! I don’t WANNA get flushed!!!!

Woman 2: TOO damned bad! YOUR diapers are ours and we are ordered to flush you! Now Get over here and co-operate or you will make this harder for us!

Then woman two began to wrench Danny by the right arm over to the toilet bowl where she picked him up and slowly inserted him feet first into the bowl with his feet part-way in the drain.

Woman 2: NOW! Sit RIGHT there and stay while we load the diapers in! This won’t take long!

Then three men began to take arm-loads of the test diapers from the pile and began to drop them into the bowl. As the bowl began to fill up, Danny started to get scared.

His disposable diaper was now soaking wet and the plastic crinkled loudly as he shifted his feet back and forth while waiting. Then one of the women handed Danny a large load of his own wet diapers to hold.

Woman 2: I want you to hold these until one of us closes the lids and locks them. Then its flushing time…..is there anything that you want to say before we do this?

Danny: Um where will this take me???

Woman 2: This will take you and the diapers to the next phase of diaper processing before they get dumped out into a large rolling cart. Once you are in there, you will be taken to get your diaper recycled. Then once that is done, we will turn you back over to your caregiver for one last diaper change. Then it will be up to her how she disposes of you. Guys! Hurry up and finish loading this toilet! There is still a little room in here for some more diapers!!!

Woman 1: (leaning down close to Danny so she can check his diaper) How is the water in there?

The woman pulls the waistband of Danny’s diaper back so that she can look inside of Danny’s diaper. Then she pulls him up and out of the water a little bit so that she can fully inspect the front of his diaper fully by inserting her fingers into the elastic leg holes and feeling the padding. Then she pushes Danny back into the water.

The three men drop a bunch of the test diapers into the water. Some of them are still folded and have not been used yet.

The second woman then lowers and then locks the special lids on the toilets before she hits the flushing lever. The toilet water begins to churn and forms a cyclone and water spout that begins to pull Danny and the diapers down into the drain. Danny and his diapers get sucked down the drain and into the pipes that are forcing Danny and all of the diapers through them at a high rate of speed and under a lot of pressure. Before Danny knows where he is, Danny and the load of diapers gets dumped out onto another conveyor belt. The belt begins to carry Danny and the soaking wet diapers to the next phase of the process. The conveyor belt carries Danny and the diapers to the sanitizing process. There are six nozzles spraying everything that passes through them with green and blue slimy gels that smell like strong baby lotion and baby powder.

Danny gets forced through and then he and his diaper get soaked with the sticky and thick and gloppy gels. The gels begin to dry quickly leaving little green and blue stains all over his diaper and completely staining his skin, turning it a dirty brown color.

Then Danny and the diapers get covered in some kind of grey powder that seems to stick to the gels and then foams up a lot before it bubbles and then dissipates. Then Danny and the diapers get dropped into another rolling trash cart quickly filling up with the diapers from the tests. Danny’s diaper is now filthy looking but smells like fresh baby powder and lotions. Danny now looks like he suddenly got a bad sun tan! Danny’s diaper is still nice and comfy but the wetness is almost gone. The powder has all but dried his diapers completely. Once the cart filled up with enough diapers, the cart was rolled away and out of the area and back to the recycling area. The cart was then left there and before too long the cart was tipped to the side and Danny and the loads of diapers fell out onto the conveyor belt. The belt took Danny and the diapers past the two sets of sorters who left him and the diapers alone so the belt could take him and the diapers to the disposable diaper processor.

The belt carried Danny and the diapers into the feeder of the disposable diaper shredder. Danny’s diaper was the first to get shredded and it was done quickly and without harm done to Danny. Danny passed through now completely naked and soon ended up at the end of the conveyor belt with the waste parts of the diapers that got shredded. About 20 minutes later, some one came to push the cart away and saw Danny in the cart covered with some of the waste. The woman pulled Danny out and then took him back to his caregiver so that she could diaper him. Danny’s caregiver laid Danny down on a changing table and then took one of the thickest and bulkiest new test diapers and began to open it up and get it ready to put on Danny. His caregiver then put in six thick layers of toddler sized cloth pre-fold diapers as extra absorbency into his already thick and bulky disposable diaper before she slid the diaper under Danny and then pulled the front up and fastened the tapes.

The woman with the printed scrubs on: OK little one, time to dispose of you. How should I dispose of you? Would you rather go into the trash and be taken to a diaper landfill or would you rather be flushed down a toilet with a bunch of cloth and flushable, disposable diapers? 

Danny: Do I…HAVE…to be disposed of? I don’t want to be.

The woman with the printed scrubs on: Make a choice or I will do it for you!

Danny: I won’t! I won’t be disposed of!!!

The woman with the printed scrubs on: Too late! I am going to dispose of you in the trash! Ok, up you go…there….now come with me…..

The woman with the printed scrubs takes Danny’s right hand and then drags him over to the section of the facility where the diapers that can’t be recycled and the rest of the trash, is disposed of. She then lifts him up and then pushes Danny into the almost full 96 gallon trash can and t hen closes and locks the lid. Then she dusts her hands together as she walks away.

5:00 pm comes around and the janitors take all o the diapers and the trash out to the back to await the trash truck. Danny’s can is rolled outside and left next to the five others that are full of diapers and old clothing that wasn’t recycled. At around 8 pm, the trash truck comes and stops to pick up the 96 gallon cans. The automated side loader truck picks each can up and dumps them with a robotic arm. Danny and the diapers get emptied into the hopper of the truck then the can goes back down and then two more of the cans are emptied before the truck goes to the next stop. As the truck is driving, the compactor is busy crushing Danny and the diapers into the container in the back of the truck with the rest of the trash.

The truck drives to the special diapers only landfill where it dumps its load. The loads of diapers and clothing fall out into a deep pit that already has tons and tons and tons of  diapers in it that have been there since 1973 to now. Danny tumbles down into the deeper part of the pit and then is covered with an avalanche of loose diapers and bags filled with diapers and old clothing.

The end.